Luyện nghe bài hát Nation Riders

Chucks to gators, to greater
Quit the bullshit to make the
Who said a can't be a banker
Ya gotta make ya in large amounts
Shut ya mouth, you ain't spittin no dolla
You ain't talkin bout swallowin
When the mic turned on, Capone for the job
'cuz you know I'm fully
A niggaz wanna know what it takes to make
The pretty sell they bodies from state to state
You all up in the hype like Wayne Loc say
Try the shit again, it ain't yo day
You wanna dive in head first, but you don't the game
Now they got you for ya scratch and ya chain
Even if ya leakin out a hole in the
Motherfucker, you still better throw them
Nationwide is the clique, and we the funk
Snatch a ass punk and make him ride in the trunk
no denyin us, we the livest
And we never let the muthafuckin iron
Anybody get served, line up
And if you with us, get behind us
Slink Capone, Murda One, Playa Playa on ass
Get the cash, see in we trust, nigga what???
I put a punk bitch in a chokehold for
Intervenin on my and we known for dippin
Don't try to and get caught up in the wrong position
Ya hard head, what you you too grown to listen
Only GOD really how long we livin
Unforgiven, but our be hunger driven
up in the city, made some wrong decisions
But $hort plugged me in, now I'm on